[Something is wrong. Something must be terribly, horribly wrong.]
Boss!
[He gets up and rushes to his side. His eyes seek out the Boss’s, but there is no reciprocation. It’s as if he weren’t even there. It’s making his heart want to jump out of his chest, in a way that feels diametrically opposed to what it ought to have done the first time he saw his face.]
Can— Can you hear me? What’s wrong?
[It’s terrifying. It’s not right. He’s never seen him like this—
No, that’s not right. The very first time they met here in Ryslig – that first week, if not that entire month… The realisation doesn’t make Doppio feel any better, but it’s starting to paint a picture.
He casts a glance back at the TV. The dissection plays out in spite of its audience.
… It was when she started to cut into the body.
Even though he isn’t sure how much good it’ll do at this point, Doppio hurries to turn off the television, an inelegant, almost brutish flick before he turns his attention back to the Boss.]
no subject
Boss!
[He gets up and rushes to his side. His eyes seek out the Boss’s, but there is no reciprocation. It’s as if he weren’t even there. It’s making his heart want to jump out of his chest, in a way that feels diametrically opposed to what it ought to have done the first time he saw his face.]
Can— Can you hear me? What’s wrong?
[It’s terrifying. It’s not right. He’s never seen him like this—
No, that’s not right. The very first time they met here in Ryslig – that first week, if not that entire month… The realisation doesn’t make Doppio feel any better, but it’s starting to paint a picture.
He casts a glance back at the TV. The dissection plays out in spite of its audience.
… It was when she started to cut into the body.
Even though he isn’t sure how much good it’ll do at this point, Doppio hurries to turn off the television, an inelegant, almost brutish flick before he turns his attention back to the Boss.]